The sun no more shall make thee bright,† And flash eternal glory through thee. Thy sun shall never more go down; Thy days of mourning all are ended. ‡ The Branch, forever green and vernal, Which I have planted with this hand Live thou shalt in Life Eternal.* + Thy sun shall be no more thy light by day; neither for brightness shall the moon give light unto thee; but the Lord shall be unto thee an everlasting light, and thy God thy glory. ISAIAH lx. Thy sun shall no more go down, for the Lord shall be thine everlasting light, and the days of thy mourning shall be ended. ISAIAH lx. * Thy people also shall be all righteous; they shall inherit the land forever, the branch of my planting, the work of my hands. ISAIAH lx. THERE IS A BLEAK DESERT. THERE is a bleak Desert, where daylight grows weary Of wasting its smile on a region so dreary- 'Tis Life, cheerless Life, where the few joys that come Are lost, like that daylight, for 't is not their home. There is a lone Pilgrim, before whose faint eyes 'Tis Man, hapless Man, through his life tempted on By fair shining hopes, that in shining are gone. There is a bright Fountain, thro' that desert stealing, 'Tis Truth, holy Truth, that, like springs under ground, By the gifted of Heaven alone can be found.* There is a fair Spirit, whose wand hath the spell Tis Faith, humble Faith, who hath learnt that where'er Her wand bends to worship, the Truth must be there. * In singing, the following line had better be adopted: SINCE FIRST THY WORD. SINCE first thy word awaked my heart, Like him, whose fetters dropped away Return to bondage ? -never! Thee, O God, and only Thee, I live for, now and ever. * And, behold, the angel of the Lord came upon him, and a light shined in the prison, and his chains fell off from his hands. Acra xit:7. HARK, 'TIS THE BREEZE, HARK!—'t is the breeze of twilight calling While round the couch of Nature falling, Soon o'er a world, in sleep reclining, Guard us, O Thou, who never sleepest, Grant that, beneath thine eye, securely Our souls, awhile from life withdrawn, May, in their darkness, stilly, purely, Like "sealed fountains," rest till dawn. WHERE IS YOUR DWELLING, YE SAINTED? WHERE is your dwelling, ye sainted? Than fancy or hope ever painted, Or hope to dwell with you there ? Sages! who, even in exploring And veiled your eyes in the blaze Maidens! who, like the young Crescent, |